Shaman Chill
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Post by Shaman Chill on Feb 25, 2013 22:26:12 GMT -8
*The history is currently unknown.*
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Chloro
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Post by Chloro on Sept 22, 2013 20:40:24 GMT -8
FDNM Harmony
The massive container ship rolled out of hyperspace, followed shortly by the rest of the flotilla, a mix of freighters and tramp steamers. Some were badly damaged in their transit through the deep core. This was expected. It was a dangerous place to navigate. The captain had scheduled the stopover at Tython to assess damage and repair whatever damage they could. He expected to stay for no more than five days.
Five days without being on the move. It cost millions to have all this cargo floating in space. Luckily, someone in risk assessment had picked up on a bounty along their route that would defray the expenses of the layover. How they found him on Tython was just a minor detail, albeit an important one. The important question was not "where" was Hiro but "who" was Hiro. No man lived in isolation. There was a trail. It had cost three-hundred and forty-three thousand credits to uncover who he was. Hiro - purple eyes, grey hair, tattooed. Hiro - wandering vagrant, consummate do-gooder with a ambiguous past. An important fact was that he travelled legitimately. There was a port manifest, matching his identity, to Kashyyyk, a travel agent and a departure to Tython, with an internary and a touch-down location. Two days ago. Orbital control registered his arrival but no departure. A brief survey of the surrounding space showed nothing indicating a stealthy departure from Tython. Four-hundred and eighty-eight thousand credits. Seventy-six percent probability of his presence on Tython. Plans were drawn up. Agents on a retainer were activated and prepared for deployment, carefully chosen to counter his abilities. But they could now calculate more than just where he was. The numbers told them more. Ninety-two percent chance of a successful capture. Seventy-four percent chance of a fatality.
Chloro spilt her unfinished water in the lobby. A cleaning droid immediately arrived, put down a cautionary sign - "Wet floor, slipping hazard" and contained the damage. She hated working corporate. The meetings. Co-workers. People. Order. Another disciplinary hearing. But she had a charity that needed funding and they were some of the best payrollers. Besides, they were the worst people in the galaxy to cross. So, accept their hideous uniforms, their grossly expensive weaponry, their highly sophisticated tracking systems. Take pleasure in the little things - like the fact your target was one you loved to hate.
She had to hand it to HR - they knew how to hire and motivate their staff.
Basilisk War Droids, multi-missile platforms, depleted deuterainium rounds. Purchasing had drawn up a very special inventory, just for her - blast armour with biohazard control, grenade-launcher gauntlets, rocket-assisted boosters. She was an investment and they wanted her to succeed. It meant a lot of money for them. And she didn't mind the pampering. She would have taken him on with nothing more than a stick of barradium.
Medical coverage too. Three tablets, three times, daily.
The wait was over. They had arrived and were about to toss her into the fray. They were sure to put sufficient pressure on her - how time was limited and how her ass was theirs when she was on the clock. And now they left her alone, preparing her for the drop.
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Kaarn
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Post by Kaarn on Sept 24, 2013 5:01:12 GMT -8
The 'Red Nine' entered Tython's system far from the grav well, and with one final push from the thrusters, made like a black hole in space, powering off all systems. The craft became very cold, and in the cabin, the Hunter willed himself to ignore the discomfort. Before he too deactivated himself for the duration of the trip, R9 had calculated that from their exit point, it would take forty-seven minutes to enter Tython orbit. As the craft rolled lazily to port, Kaarn watched, and waited.
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Bloodshot
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Affiliation: Chaos and credits, baby.
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Post by Bloodshot on Sept 30, 2013 12:57:24 GMT -8
Starlines coalesced into pinpricks once again and the Helix-class light interceptor Regret broke through the veil of hyperspace and plunged back into the realm of normalcy. Or at least as normal as things ever get in this frakked up galaxy. The pilot, an FEG-series droid, announced the arrival to its passenger, the armored mercenary Bloodshot and his new partner, a smaller female whose name the pilot had not bothered to learn, then activated the vessel's sensor mask to avoid detection and the records that would be created if the planet was hailed for clearance to land. The master had specified secrecy on this trip, and the pilot's only goal at the moment was to fulfill that wish.
The ship shuddered as it left hyperspace and Bloodshot, situated in the small common room/sleeping quarters of the ship with his new partner, looked up from the holomap he was studying and spoke for the first time since entering hyperspace.
Did your source happen to specify where on Tython this hermit would be?
His original plan, tracking the man from his last known location, had been scrapped when he learned of the young woman's possession of information regarding a more current location. Something she apparently got from a man she had killed in that arena she'd mentioned when they first met. If the information was still current and Hiro was still here when they arrived, all the better, but Bloodshot wasn't really expecting to be that lucky. Men with the title of "wanderer" tended to do just that, and if her information was correct he'd already been here a while. Still, it's better than starting three or four planets back.
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Post by The Twins - Slade and Tarak on Oct 28, 2013 9:56:36 GMT -8
It was a hasty departure, but Tarak made it to orbit with no other incidents. The Firespray moved through the sparse planetary traffic that was heading into orbit, using the other ships as temporary cover. Tarak had been attacked on his way off of the planet, so who knew if anyone would be lying in wait to attack him here. His cargo was very precious, and came with a hefty price tag. Tarak was willing to bet that if he stuck around, someone would take a shot at him.
So he wasn't going to.
As soon as the Firespray was clear, and the coordinates were locked in, Tarak activated the hyperdrive system, launching the ship away from Tython and towards the Mid Rim.
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Rokien
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Post by Rokien on Feb 12, 2014 15:57:19 GMT -8
"I'm done with this planet."
These were the words Rokien spoke as he prepared his new, second hand, ship the 'Saber'. After years of getting treated like an idiot he was ready to go out on his own. Even though the council forbid him to do so.
"I hope they haven't noticed I'm gone."
Rokien took one last look at the planet he called home for more then 11 years and reminded him self why he was leaving.
"They wanted you to kill a man simply for wanting to believe something different."
The Sabers engines sputtered to life and Rokien set his course, Coruscant.
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Post by Diamonte Tuhlute on Dec 19, 2015 12:36:25 GMT -8
Without much Pomp for this Circumstance, the SkithBladnir dropped out of warp into an establishing orbit around the planet. sensing that the primary inhabitants of this planet either were not present, or did not care about who was visiting their planet, i snuck back to a sensor chamber, trying to sense on any number of levels to see whether or not Adi had been here.
I was more sure that he wasn’t here than a chance he was. I may be considered brilliant by many peers, but that brilliance was pure luck. Honestly, that was the main reason why i could not claim the mantle of a Jedi any longer. there were too many individuals that bore the name Jedi that believed they were the next incarnation of the chosen one. Even I suffered from this, and as such i believed Agony was due to all Jedi that fancied themselves on the level of Dieties.
But that was why I had come here. There was only one Jedi in this matter the i could trust to lead me where i needed to go.
There were only two problems
1) he was the Jedi I was chasing
2) He had changed DRASTICALLY since the last time i was here:: Master, i found the bag of coffee beans you requested, should i prepare you a thermos while you work?:: so that was why I was here… hoping that Whill Shaman Dažbog’s Coffie brewed in some ale belonging to the legend of Seonaidh would allow me to speak with a person long passed“ Take us down… and then return to orbit. watch the tracer signal of Master Raganella. If he makes movements off of the world, then i will not be given time to catch up arrive ahead of him.”
Shortly after the ship broke orbit in favor of heading toward the surface of the planet below... Specifically to the Conclave Valley
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Is minic a bhris beál duine a shrón ~ It is often that a person's mouth broke his nose
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 8, 2016 13:28:04 GMT -8
*A fleet quietly enters Tython orbit*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Is minic a bhris beál duine a shrón ~ It is often that a person's mouth broke his nose
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 8, 2016 17:12:44 GMT -8
*An officer approached the old man & speaks*
-IF Petty Officer-
"An Tiarna from all we can detect there is very little if any activity on the open terrain of the planet.... We feel that further observation would be the intelligent mov....."
*An Tiarna looked at the man with a blank expression, eyes blinking and summarily smacked the officer upside the head with a left backhand dropping the man like a banana peel*
-An Tiarna-
'Can the speech you pumpkin pie headed buffoon or I'll give you a right! Who is this reject from the Gong Show? When exactly have I ever done anything intelligent? Prepare for me & buttercup here to land!'
*Hand gesturing towards his granddaughter on the last word. Preparations for a landing party began immediately with Collins handing out orders. As head of the SI Collins was in charge of all security and knew this procedure like the back of his hand more intimately then the now mumbling heap of flesh on the floor was now familiar with that of An Tiarna. They were brought immediately to the hanger & prepared to land*
-Collins-
"I want people on big ugly here like flies on shite - you ever get a look at any of these Whill things??"
*An Tiarna's own bodyguard & as many other Togs as possible were packed into the four Sentinels & & immediately exited into space. Once outside the flagship these vessels descended towards the surface. Alarms went off aboard the vessels of the IF fleet & all went to high alert*
IF Fleet:
Acclamator III-class x2
Enforcer-class picket cruiser x8
Crusader-class Corvette x3
Ardent-class fast frigate x8
Sentinel-class shuttle x4
Eta-2 Actis interceptor x1
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 9, 2016 17:24:39 GMT -8
*Action in in orbit is virtually non-existent. The ships, on high alert sit idle awaiting action*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Is minic a bhris beál duine a shrón ~ It is often that a person's mouth broke his nose
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 9, 2016 17:34:48 GMT -8
*In orbit the order is received. Crew of one Enforcer Class Picket Cruise is evacuated of all but a skeleton crew & the human biological compost waste of all other ships be transferred into said ship. All done the IF fleet pulls out, leaving another Enforcer behind. Alarm bells ring and the ship is lit up red with lights. An officer speaks on *
-Officer-
‘Been an honor working with you men…. Proceed!'
*The Lone Enforcer hurls towards the atmosphere with a second remaining in orbit. The remainder of the fleet rapidly came into formation & made the jump to hyperspace*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 9, 2016 22:45:25 GMT -8
*Ships lift up to the surface entering the remaining Enforcer still in orbit. The whole operation is fast, efficient and peaceful. All things ready the ship makes the jump to hyperspace*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 13, 2016 16:18:36 GMT -8
*Oh the humanity! A Enforcer-class picket cruiser rolls into orbit doing a suicide run towards the surface. A Sentinel-class shuttle subtlety comes in behind, it too heading towards the surface*
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Lord Magus
The Vegemite Enclave
Fág an Bealach- Clear the way
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Post by Lord Magus on Jan 13, 2016 17:43:46 GMT -8
As he had been ordered, Cormac remained in Orbit coordinating the efforts of his father's ships. They were to move into position at designated coordinates and begin bombing the planet. Cormac didn't know why they were bothering to do this, but he had his orders, and at least for now he would carry them out. An alert came over the intercom saying that all was arranged as it should be, and they awaited his order. He called for whiskey and took a seat in the command chair, lighting a cigarette. Whiskey was brought and he took a sip, smilng grimly. He leaned back and gave the order.
"Fire."
Bombs began began to fall toward the planet, the glow of their heat shields in the atmosphere brilliant as he took a drag.
War never changes.
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 17, 2016 20:13:10 GMT -8
*A Sentinel class transport lifts up into Tython orbit. Signals to cover the ship leaving then and disengage are signaled to the flag ship of Cormac Dubh. The Sentinel moves along and makes the jump into hyperspace. It being the IF a terrible smell has been left behind*
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Lord Magus
The Vegemite Enclave
Fág an Bealach- Clear the way
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Post by Lord Magus on Jan 18, 2016 15:01:35 GMT -8
Cormac finished his shelling as soon as his da and niece made their jump. He looked down at the surgical strike he had made on the planet, the holo displayed their handiwork nicely. A series of craters in the shape of the IF sigil. Chuckling to himself, he personally launched the last items, a set up of frankly obnoxiously loud speakers and a holo emitter, and he turned on the broadcast. Chuckling to himself, his men made their jump to hyperspace and home.
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 26, 2016 18:33:17 GMT -8
*An Acclamator III-class enters orbit, fires off six shots at the surface and leaves*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 26, 2016 22:23:12 GMT -8
An Acclamator III-class x2 enters orbit cakes the planet with a hail of fire and splits the scene
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Galnar Fenris
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Post by Galnar Fenris on Sept 20, 2017 19:14:21 GMT -8
The Katana Class Scout ascends to orbit and leaves the system
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Post by Whill Shaman Chrysanthe on Oct 21, 2017 20:25:47 GMT -8
*Little Chrys ventured out into space out of her own curiosity. While the vast expanse of stars is pretty and makes one contemplate existence, Chrys soon found its lack of floral life boring, and thus returned to her flower garden where she could more comfortably watch over the mortals of the galaxy.*
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